Its her eyes that grab me first.
I see her curse
If she gets beat.
This girl is living defensive heat.
The rest of her life on hold.
An expression ice cold.
Diving on every loose ball.
Basketball is her whole.
Leaping out of bounds to save it.
Supercharged, this game, she craves it.
Whatever affects her at home,
Within this rectangle she's in her zone.
This is her patch.
Off it, her catch
Is life's problems with which she deals.
On the court, for her, basketball heals.
Every frustration in her life
Is slashed with a knife.
For four quarters
She's not a daughter
Black or white
Where she wants to be,
High on intensity.
Outside of those skinny or fat debates,
She trains and looks at what she ate,
To highly tune her machine,
Strong yet lean.
Proud to look in the mirror
Knowing she's honed herself for superior
Definition to beat herself and her competitors.
That's why on the court she feels better than ya.
No late nights, drugs, or partying.
The epitome of discipline.
And you pay the price for her self control,
When her game reveals to you her soul.